When they say "All good things must come to an end.", they really mean it! That's what happened to Spencer later that night as he had another nightmare. This time, it was about his mother. He appeared in a ghostly form once again. "Why did wewe do that to me?" Mrs.Reid asked. Spencer felt like he was about to cry. "It was for your own good." he answered with a crack in his voice. "That place is nothing but TORTURE!" Mrs.Reid shouted about the mental institution Spencer put her in.
"It was the only other way for wewe to get better!" Spencer tearfully pleaded about Mrs.Reid's schizophrenia. "Why did wewe also hack into my system?" Mrs.Reid asked in fury. "I was 18! I had the rights to!" Spencer answered. "You knew better!" Mrs.Reid tried to scold. "No! I knew wewe needed help!" Spencer argued. Spencer held back his tears. Then, he realized something.
"Are wewe taking your medication?" he asked. Mrs.Reid gave him a death glare. "I got off those things months ago!" she answered annoyed. Spencer felt his stomach turn. "You know damn well wewe CANNOT get off your medication!" he yelled. "Don't tell me what wewe think!" Mrs.Reid exclaimed in a very angry tone. "I don't think-I KNOW!" Spencer argued. "You and that relentless brain!" Mrs.Reid cruelly remarked before vanishing. The "real" Spencer awoke with yet another start.
*This nightmare was worse than the Maeve one!* he thought trying to clear his head. "That was Florida Georgia Line with "Get Your Shine On.". Up next, we have Eric Church, Thomas Rhett, and Jake Owen." The DJ alisema through the radio as the alarm went off. Spencer hit the snooze button as Derek stretched. "I'm impressed Reid." Derek alisema with some leftover sleepiness in his voice. Spencer had a confused look on his face. "For what?" he asked. "For keepin' the volume turned down this time." Derek answered sniffling a yawn. Spencer rolled his eyes in aggravation.
On the way to the police station, Spencer felt it was necessary to Derek about the hivi karibuni nightmare this time. "And then I woke up." he ended afew dakika later. Derek was a remote state of shock. "Maybe they're tryin' to tell wewe somethin'." he alisema about the nightmares. "I'm not Native American!" Spencer accidently snapped. "OK. I'm just helpin' you." Derek replied as laid back as possible. "I'm sorry." Spencer apologized.
Derek patted his back. "I don't know what got into me." he continued. "You obviously had a rough night's sleep." Derek comforted. Spencer smiled. Derek understood this because he had nightmares about his old abuser Carl Buford after confronting him. The only person who knew about the Buford nightmares was Spencer. He was the only one Derek trusted during that time. The two Marafiki got to the police station about a moment later.
"It was the only other way for wewe to get better!" Spencer tearfully pleaded about Mrs.Reid's schizophrenia. "Why did wewe also hack into my system?" Mrs.Reid asked in fury. "I was 18! I had the rights to!" Spencer answered. "You knew better!" Mrs.Reid tried to scold. "No! I knew wewe needed help!" Spencer argued. Spencer held back his tears. Then, he realized something.
"Are wewe taking your medication?" he asked. Mrs.Reid gave him a death glare. "I got off those things months ago!" she answered annoyed. Spencer felt his stomach turn. "You know damn well wewe CANNOT get off your medication!" he yelled. "Don't tell me what wewe think!" Mrs.Reid exclaimed in a very angry tone. "I don't think-I KNOW!" Spencer argued. "You and that relentless brain!" Mrs.Reid cruelly remarked before vanishing. The "real" Spencer awoke with yet another start.
*This nightmare was worse than the Maeve one!* he thought trying to clear his head. "That was Florida Georgia Line with "Get Your Shine On.". Up next, we have Eric Church, Thomas Rhett, and Jake Owen." The DJ alisema through the radio as the alarm went off. Spencer hit the snooze button as Derek stretched. "I'm impressed Reid." Derek alisema with some leftover sleepiness in his voice. Spencer had a confused look on his face. "For what?" he asked. "For keepin' the volume turned down this time." Derek answered sniffling a yawn. Spencer rolled his eyes in aggravation.
On the way to the police station, Spencer felt it was necessary to Derek about the hivi karibuni nightmare this time. "And then I woke up." he ended afew dakika later. Derek was a remote state of shock. "Maybe they're tryin' to tell wewe somethin'." he alisema about the nightmares. "I'm not Native American!" Spencer accidently snapped. "OK. I'm just helpin' you." Derek replied as laid back as possible. "I'm sorry." Spencer apologized.
Derek patted his back. "I don't know what got into me." he continued. "You obviously had a rough night's sleep." Derek comforted. Spencer smiled. Derek understood this because he had nightmares about his old abuser Carl Buford after confronting him. The only person who knew about the Buford nightmares was Spencer. He was the only one Derek trusted during that time. The two Marafiki got to the police station about a moment later.
